The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The glass is gone. It was here a moment ago. You remember the weight of it in your hand, the cold bite against your palm. Now there is only a dusting of glitter on the velvet floor. You pick up a shard. It cuts your finger. A bead of blood wells up. Red. Bright. You watch it drip. It falls into the pile of broken things. You are standing in the ballroom of Ashworth Manor. The chandeliers are...

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